tippler 2025/11/23(Sun)15:26 No. 1117518 ID: f1368b
File 176394037943.png - (11.08KB , 500x500 , p122.png )

“I’ll go visit him today once I’ve rested and warmed up. If need be I can act like I’m interested in a date, or even tell him about us if I suspect he’s doing the same with his rabbits.” I propose.

“Isn’t that risky? He’d be able to blackmail us.”

“Well, perhaps it’ll only be a last resort. What’s most important is learning about his security and his character. Did you ever hear of Gargill employees taking rabbits for themselves?”

“No, but it’s hard to know what happens to everyone that’s taken away from the main growing area. Unless it’s for breeding they never come back.”

Rudger hops off my lap to eat and I drowse on my heated bed until I feel ready to brave the chill again. He gives me a dainty kiss on the cheek goodbye and my heart flutters with incomprehensible emotion.

tippler 2025/11/23(Sun)15:26 No. 1117519 ID: f1368b
File 176394039065.png - (10.14KB , 500x500 , p123.png )

The storm has eased but I keep my umbrella raised against occasional drips as I start the walk across town.

>Random encounter (2 possibilities): Rebel rabbit
I’m past main street and heading toward the slightly more worn-down, industrial side of town when I spot a hint of white amid the brick and wet dirt. There’s a camouflaged rabbit rifling through a tipped garbage can!

He spots me instantly and stiffens. I don’t know if this is the same rabbit that stabbed me, but he’s wearing the same garb of woven leaves.

A. Ignore him and keep walking
B. Try to speak to him

Aaand we're walkin', and we're walkin'.

>>1117519
Subtly flash two fingers like bunny ears and keep walking.

Walk away, and do a little bounce.

Make sure no ones nearby.

"Can I help with anything, Hun?"

B, but carefully and quietly, so others can't notice, while some distance away from him, sort of stage-whisper like. "I'm a sympathetic ally. I want to support your cause. How can I help?"

Just give a polite nod and continue on.

Give a nod and wave, keep walking.

>>1117519
B. Cradle your injured hand against your chest defensively, and wait for him to approach or speak first.

>>1117524
This. Don't get stung twice.

tippler 2025/11/25(Tue)18:48 No. 1117668 ID: f1368b
File 176412532204.png - (12.73KB , 500x500 , p124.png )

>A, with acknowledgement
I want to show I’m friendly, but I certainly don’t want to stop and scare him or risk getting hurt. I settle on giving a polite nod and a wave in greeting as I continue my steady pace.

The Gargill factory looms over me as I read street signs and try to navigate to the right house. How foolish I was just a few weeks ago! So deluded I thought Rudger would want to go back to this widowless prison–and I likely don’t even know the worst of it. I shudder to imagine how Gargill ends hundreds of innocent lives every day.

I’m uncomfortably cool by the time I finally find my destination. This neighborhood is worn and cramped, with wild bamboo growing rampant along the patchy sidewalk. Calling it a slum would be rude, but it’s not nearly as nice as what I’m used to.

I hurry up the sidewalk and pound my uninjured hand on the whitewashed door. The rotten weather makes me impatient and I knock again before any reasonable person would have a chance to respond.

“Leave me alone already, Gustave! I told you there’s nothing to worry about!”

Latches clack and thunk behind the wood and I’m faced with a young snake whose head reaches the top of the frame.

tippler 2025/11/25(Tue)18:48 No. 1117669 ID: f1368b
File 176412533901.png - (11.62KB , 500x500 , p125.png )

His scales are a deep, healthy green and I can see his clearly defined waist under his high-waisted pants. There are key differences–his eyes are blueish rather than yellow, but he’s almost a spitting image of–of…

He stares at me in about as much shock, clearly not expecting a female doppelganger in place of a portly crocodile.

“Excuse me for yelling, I thought you were someone else. Do we know each other?” he asks stiffly.

“I-I don’t believe so.”

“Are you here to sell something? I’m not terribly interested.”

No. You're- being harassed by Gustave too? About rabbits?

Quick introduction via your neighbors but do mention that Gustave has been harassing you too regarding your new rabbit. That might open the proverbial door.

Gustav? You being stalked by that fat gator too? I thought it was just me...

Introduce yourself and say you had heard he has rabbits that might become companions to yours. Keep to the idea that you view Rudger as a simple pet while you gauge out how deep he is in all this.

>>1117669
Is this love at the first look is he not perfect? He is nearly HIM its like he is reborn again at least in body

>>1117669
They say everyone has a secret twin somewhere.

"I was actually recommended to talk to you. I'm trying to get into rabbit breeding, see, and I heard you have an intact female."

See how he reacts.

Distant family? In this town?! Oh, perish the thought, alongside talking rodents!

... He's not Cade. Neither is Rudger. Nor Lucy.

tippler 2025/11/27(Thu)19:09 No. 1117923 ID: f1368b
File 176429938368.png - (11.85KB , 500x500 , p126.png )

“No no, I’m Lucy Green, I have a pet rabbit just like you. Why, I’ve even had Gustave Gargill on my tail, bothering me at the most inopportune time.”

His eyes narrow with suspicion. “How did you know I have rabbits? Did Gustave tell you?”

“He never mentioned you at all. I came because one of my neighbors who owns a spayed doe referred me here–I’m interested in rabbit breeding since my Rudger is such a fine specimen. Is it true you have an intact female?”

He still looks rather cross, which makes my heart ache with misplaced emotion. You were almost never upset with me, and I feel like I’ve done something very wrong to make your look-alike angry.

“You wouldn’t happen to be related to the Greens, by any chance, Mr…?

“I’m Anthony Plithiver, and no, I doubt it, I moved here just a few years ago.”

“Oh, my apologies for assuming. There aren’t many other large snakes in town.”

“It’s alright.” He sighs and loosens his frown but doesn’t invite me inside. I’m growing a touch weak with cold, which is worrying this far from home.

tippler 2025/11/27(Thu)19:10 No. 1117924 ID: f1368b
File 176429942403.png - (10.56KB , 500x500 , p127.png )

“I don’t work in Gustave’s department, but ever since I adopted my pets he’s been very pushy, especially after we had an escaped shipment the other week. He’s worried they’ll get loose and then we’ll have a whole hoard of rabbits at the factory doors.”

I laugh nervously. “What a silly man, it must be true that wealth makes one paranoid.”

“I keep my girls securely locked up in their cage unless I’m home–and even then I make sure the door of the bedroom is closed and barricaded before I let them out. I’m not going to be caught unawares.”

Anthony seems to finally realize I’m freezing. “I’d have to meet your rabbit before I make any decision about breeding, but you’re welcome to come in and see mine.”

I would very much like a chance to get warm, but being alone into a bachelor’s house is inherently risky.
A. Go in
B. Go home

Go in and warm up, meet the bunnies!

A) thats what you're here to do right?

A. Go in if only to get warmed up. It'd be rude to force you back out into the cold.

...You did make sure your friends and family know where you were going, right? Right?

>>1117924
A, we're here to case the joint after all.

What's that? You get to perform your mission, not freeze and get caught outside by Cargill, AND flirt with the hot guy?
A, obviously.

tippler 2025/11/29(Sat)12:21 No. 1118091 ID: f1368b
File 176444766969.png - (14.92KB , 500x500 , p128.png )

>A
I’m on a mission to help Rudger! Despite my unease, this is a perfect opportunity to find out more about Anthony’s habits and security. It’s also nice to have an opportunity to warm up before my walk back home as well.

I nod my head and brush past him into his drab living room. He shuts the door behind me and sets no less than three deadbolts.

The flutter in my stomach gets worse as I lean my umbrella against the wall and look around his barren home. There’s no fashionable furniture, only a few wooden chairs and a rickety table. The walls are bare and a small fridge is tucked into the corner. I would guess the house is hardly half the size of mine, not a place for a lady at all.

No one knows that I’m here except for Rudger, and he isn’t in a position to contact the police if I don’t return home.

“This way.” Anthony beckons me with his tail as he takes a short hallway to a closed door. He uses a ring of keys out of his pants pocket to open his bedroom, where it’s at least a little warmer but at the cost of a strong smell of rabbit urine.

“Master! Welcome back master!”

The wire cage rests on blocks in a shallow metal pan on Anthony’s dresser. Inside, one white and one tan doe are pressed against the closest wall, watching our every move. They have matching black collars around their necks.

tippler 2025/11/29(Sat)12:21 No. 1118092 ID: f1368b
File 176444769034.png - (13.31KB , 500x500 , p129.png )

“They speak?” I ask, stunned at their openness.

Anthony locks the door behind me and goes to the cage to fiddle with the padlock he has on the door. He props it open and the rabbits hurry into his grasp so he can lift them onto the unmade bed. When he sits, they press against his legs and beg for pets.

“This is Queenie and Lola. We have a guest, you two, so be polite.”

“Hello, nice to meet you.” Queenie, the white meat-rabbit says.

“Oh, h-hello dear, I’m Lucy.” I stammer.

“Does Rudger not talk to you at home? I can understand why, if he’s frightened of being caught. I rescued my girls from processing, Lola first and then I got Queenie to keep her company while I’m at work. They’re both very lucky to have met such a nice snake, and they make excellent pets.” Anthony explains.

“Thank you so much for saving us, master.” Lola says demurely.

He rubs Lola floppy ears and his hand trails down to play with her small breasts. The rabbit moans softly and leans into his touch.

I can hardly believe what I’m seeing! This is far too bold compared to what I’m used to–I would never dream of handling Rudger like this in front of a stranger.

“So how do you house your rabbit? How often do you let him out, if at all? I suppose I don’t have to ask if I’ll be visiting him later–and the girls would probably like to meet him too.”

I must be very careful in how I respond to Anthony. He seems to have had quite a different reaction from me when finding out that rabbits were fully realized beings, and any sign that I don’t agree with his methods could be perceived as a threat.

Ok, so he's clearly not an abolitionist, just using them in a different way than for food. The goal then would be to free these two, but Rudger will need to convince them to do it. How much they are acting is unknown, but they might consider staying with him safer than being on the run, and refuse to cooperate.

For now play the part of being shocked and scandalized, but with a hint of curiosity, as if this display is giving you ideas.

Explain that Rudger's temporarily housed in the coolest room in your house, until you figure out a more ideal solution. You bring him out for walks in your basket, sometimes. Queenie and Lola seem very friendly, you think they'll like him! (Hopefully, he'll feel the same way, but I highly doubt it...)
I don't think he'll be willing to part with either of them, but how possible is it he could rescue another doe from processing?

So. We probably can't tap him for any of the radical sorts of groups that are working on any of the tasks we thought of. We can, however, ask if he knows of any groups that are trying to normalize more humane treatment of rabbits, and talk about 'how dreadful' people treat them, especially in that factory!

Also, you can ask... are there communities where such physical affection as you share with them is more... normalized? You were quite surprised with how bold he is being, and think that maybe there's some subculture somewhere which has norms and traditions and etiquette around this and such? If so, you would like to learn about them! You are curious for academic purposes, of course.

First of all, stave off your disgust and disguise it as arousal by imagining yourself in Lola's place with Rudger fondling you like a piece of fuckmeat.

He's bold, incredibly bold. Apart from the danger if he decides not to let you leave, it's clear that he's either clocked you as a rabbitfucker, or Gustave lets him do what he wants and so there's nobody to report it to if you cared to bother. Possibly both.

>>1118100
Question about another doe is a good one, although it will be easier to tie the doe's escape to us instead of to him. On the other hand, these two seem very stockholm syndromed, so they may not be willing to go with Rudger if he comes to their rescue.

>>1118129
Dont even need to be Stockholm because like he likely did save them from being butchered

>>1118092
To be frank... She doesn't seem like she's not enjoying the situation? Perhaps it's a situation not unlike yourself and Rudger, where this doe is enjoying her submission, albeit with a more conventional power dynamic?

Stare at her collar and think about how much it looks like yours

Stick to your cover. You're going to try and set them up for a meeting with Rudger. Feign interest in how the process would work, as you are new to this. You can even probe and ask if they're still interested in other rabbits.

tippler 2025/12/01(Mon)19:09 No. 1118248 ID: f1368b
File 176464498358.png - (12.71KB , 500x500 , p130.png )

>Arousal
I can’t help but flush and feel heat between my thighs at such a bold display. I stare at Lola’s little collar–the same black band I have for myself at home, albeit much smaller. For the first time I wish Rudger was a snake and I was a rabbit so he could fondle me like a piece of meat.

I do wonder how much Lola and Queenie are truly enjoying themselves–they fawn over Anthony but I doubt they have any other choice. Still, they seem happy enough that I wonder if I should let them be and look for an unfixed doe elsewhere.

>Say something to upset Anthony avoidance check (Five out of eight suggestions would cause a neutral reaction, 5/8ths chance of success): Failure
“I keep Rudger in the bathroom since he prefers the cool tile–sometimes I take him out for walks in my basket, he loves the fresh air. My, you seem very fond of your pets, Anthony! Perhaps you could rescue another doe for Rudger instead, I would hate to make you part with Lola and Queenie.”

Anthony’s hand stills and Lola and Queenie shrink slightly, sensing the change in their master’s mood. I don’t understand–did I say something wrong? I was only being polite!

“Why would they leave if they’re only visiting your buck for a quick breeding?” he asks coldly.

“I didn’t mean–I’m sorry–”

“You know, Gustave was very clear that any attempt to take my rabbits was likely a conspiracy against reptile-kind. You don’t even keep your escapee in a cage–did Rudger put you up to this?”

tippler 2025/12/01(Mon)19:10 No. 1118249 ID: f1368b
File 176464500457.png - (13.17KB , 500x500 , p131.png )

Anthony stands from the bed and advances on me.

“Tell me what you were planning! Were you going to steal my property? You’re a dirty thief, aren’t you, hiding behind lies and treachery, sneaking around my house–”

I back up until I bump into the locked door. There’s an angry man hissing in my face and I’m cold and confused and terrified. I did misspeak, but his reaction seems quite disproportionate!

“I’m very sorry! Please, I’ll leave you alone, I don’t want any trouble.”

I yelp as he grabs my throat with a crushing grip and tries to drag me to the ground. I smack at him with my injured hand and thrash with all my might.

It’s no use–male snakes often make up for their lack of venom with astonishing power, able to squeeze their foes into submission once they get a good hold.

His hand is in the middle of my neck. I could extend my head and bite his arm, but my venom might kill him! I don’t want to be a murderer.

Anthony punches me in the stomach and I stagger. If I fall, he might choke me unconscious and beat me black and blue in his rage.

Heavens above, what do I do?
A. Bite
B. Surrender

B, you’re no murderer
You can probably accuse him of knifing you later since he’s assaulting you.

A. Defend yourself. The arm will buy you a few moments to get away and time for him to get medical help before it's too late for him.

>>1118249
Oh jeez. Uh, my first instinct would be to bite, but with only one fang actually piercing his scales. Maybe that would dilute the venom enough to not kill him?
With the difficulty of moving to maneuver that though, you'd probably be better off surrendering.

>>1118249
Sneaking around his house? You've never been here before, and you knocked on his door to be let in. Your species doesn't have the physiology to prowl around in this weather, he knows this.

It's going to be hard to explain anything with him strangling you. If you have to conserve your breath, "Too Cold" should get the message across.

A. He's clearly unwell, but trying to choke you out is a step too far. He might wear our face, but he's an imposter.

Oh hell no.
Bite this asshole.

If he dies you can just make it look like his rabbits killed him when he was trying to fuck them- that's what people think he's up too, anyway. Even if they like him, I'm sure they'll cooperate if it means their freedom. Then you just have to escape this place without being spotted.

A) He's lost it. defend yourself

>>1118254
Support mundering is not good and either blaming rabbits will get us caught due to well venoms clear effect on blood or set rabbit rights back.
Also Lucy said the wrong thing but it makes sense thinking about it like a married couple must live in the same house to have children
B) Murder is but far choke out a short explanation

He's assaulting you and also mentioned Rudger. What are the odds he calls Gustave and mentions this to him? It's not just a beating at stake here, your and Rudgers lives might very well be on the line.
A. Bite him and hope he doesn't die.

>>1118249
A. Kill him, then we claim he was the one who stabbed you the other day and when you arrived at his house he became manic and violent thinking you tracked him down. The does can conveniently escape in the chaos.

A, your life is under immediate threat; biting is the proportional response.

B You're no killer, submit and try to find a chance to run

>>1118249
He struck first, self defense lass. Jab him good.

tippler 2025/12/03(Wed)13:59 No. 1118375 ID: f1368b
File 176479919647.png - (13.48KB , 500x500 , p132.png )

>A, bite in self-defense
It goes against my very nature, but I have to bite to kill, otherwise Anthony would only become enraged and put me in even greater danger.

I strike at his forearm once, twice, pumping as much venom under his skin as I can. It takes my foe a moment to react, anger dulling his sense of pain. He releases my neck and gives a strangled yell as the poison begins to spread through his body.

“You evil woman–” He tries to strike me again but I duck out of the way. “No, no, damn you…”

The arm I bit is already dangling useless as my toxins disable his muscles. Anthony drops to his knees and groans. His whole body begins to convulse and he looks up at me in terror.

>Anthony death check (80%): Success
I put myself as far from Anthony as possible, in the corner by his dresser and the dirty cage. His eyes can’t even track the movement, and after a few choking breaths, he falls flat and goes still.

For a moment the only sound is my heartbeat pounding inside my head before the rabbits scream in horror.

tippler 2025/12/03(Wed)14:00 No. 1118376 ID: f1368b
File 176479921812.png - (16.63KB , 500x500 , p133.png )

“You killed him! You killed him!” Queenie shrieks, while Lola begins to sob. They cling to each other and stare at me with huge, accusatory eyes.

“I had to–he was strangling me without cause! I was worried for my life.” I plead. I can’t bear to look at the body. It could be you lying there, it could be any of my reptile friends.

There are tender bruises on my throat and stomach. My bandage has come loose and blood drips down my hand. I’ve killed a Gargill employee and it’s only a matter of time before he’s missed and the body is found.

Of course, I could call in the crime myself, claiming it was an act of self-defense. While I’d be telling the truth, at least this time, the police would question me thoroughly.

There are technically two other witnesses that I have to deal with in either case. My jaw aches and I bury my head in my hands.

A. Use Anthony’s phone to report his death as an act of self-defense
B. Leave the body and take the rabbits to Rudger
C. Other (suggest)

B. The rabbits escaped out the unlocked door when you fled in a panic and they were never seen again. At least, that's your alibi. The rain will cover up their (lack of) tracks.
You should contact Violet before the police.

>>1118376
A. First, tell the does to flee into the woods, or else they'll be reclaimed by Gargill and turned into meat. Let them out in the guise of trying to get outside away from the scene, in case anyone is watching. Then, call in the incident.

The neighbor is a witness to the reason you came here, Anthony was known as a weird hermit, he has a weird rabbit sex dungeon, and it's on the record that you were attacked by an unidentified reptile the other day. Ideally, you might be able to pin everything on him and blame the rabbits escaping on the incompetent helpless woman angle.

>>1118387
They've been kept inside their whole lives. They don't know how to reach the woods or what to do there, they need to be led that far. We don't want them to die just because their master did.

You could maybe try to angle the blame on him in such a way where you happened across his deviant sex acts, you threatened to call the police, and he then attacked you. You have the wounds to prove he was assaulting you.

C) If Anthony isn't at work now, then he probably isn't expected all day. That gives you about 24 hours to deal with this before someone comes looking for him.

Now what if Rudger's friends were to come by tonight, with the door conveniently left unlocked, to ransack the place. Then when they're done, they smash some things, make some noise. Now this is the scene of a breaking and entering, which you can conveniently have been with a friend at the time it took place.

But for this to work you need to convince these two to come with you quietly. So talk to them. Walk through their options, but emphasize that if they stay here or go back to Gargil they'll just end up as meat.

No witnesses. Eat them.

A, C

The rabbits are witnesses. Use their testimony! They saw him strangling you; they can report this to the police when they come in to question you.

Trying to run from the law will not further the cause of prey rights. Allowing people to see rabbits as creatures that can see and understand, that can speak and bear witness, would be a great leap forward. Any case with rabbit testimony is sure to be reported on widely, and inform many people who were as unaware as you that they can even speak.

Make sure the rabbits stay here, and call in the killing. Make sure that the rabbits speak to the police. Invoke them as witnesses.

>>1118402
This actually seems like a decent plan. Given the situation, anyway.

>>1118402
Okay, but what do we do about the murder weapons inside of Lucy's mouth?

A. Don't make it worse than it is. The rabbits won't talk if they know what's good for them. After your call, tell them there's wild rabbits in town who will take them in if they want.

if we call the police, mention how he was paranoid because of Gustav, and how he thought you were working for him so he attacked you

>>1118375
Anthony's not actually dead yet, though. Venom that causes muscle paralysis stops the heart and lungs, but it's the lack of oxygen to the brain that kills. If Lucy knows CPR, she should begin administering it now while the rabbits retrieve his house phone and call emergency services. If not, she should retrieve the phone herself and follow the emergency dispatcher's instructions.

His odds of recovery aren't too bad, considering he stopped breathing only seconds ago, and a society of reptiles almost certainly has antivenom available for every kind of venom they produce. The amount of venom she injected will make recovery take longer, but active resuscitation should save his life.

Lucy isn't a murderer unless she makes no attempt to help Anthony here.

>>1118451

Agreed on this. Get them to call the police and ambulance, attempt to keep him alive until medics get here.

>>1118451
Support and we are not intending to kill him at least most of the voters

>>1118451
Nah he's dead bro, five second rule

A) Okay, there's an easy way to spin this: he wasn't trying to kill you, he was trying to enslave you for his sick rape dungeon.
Here are the main talking points:
* You came over to Anthony's to talk about rabbit breeding. Anthony immediately refused, he ranted about Gustave bugging him out-of-work and when you tried to talk about Gustave bothering you as well, he thought you were spying on employees for Gustave. But the storm was getting extremely chilly and you don't have a car, so he let you stay for the night.
* Anthony was, surprisingly enough, a dead ringer for your dead husband, so you started putting the moves on him. He got antsy and said no, then went into the kitchen to make some nice, warm, libido-decreasing soup. (put a full pot of water on the stove, make sure you wipe your prints and leave his mitts on the table.)
* While Anthony was distracted, you decided to seduce him further by breaking into his room to spay your naked body over his bed. Your seduction fantasy was completely derailed when you discovered he'd been @#$%ing his pet rabbits, urine trails and all.
* You were so horrified, which stunned you long enough for Anthony to come back. He was infuriated, then he got a nasty grin on his face, and said something about 'de-thumbing his new rabbit'. You told him you wouldn't talk, but he grabbed your throat with one hand and then aimed the knife at your hands. (Stab the floor with a cleaver, around where Anthony would have it hoisted up.)
* You bit him in self-defense. You should have controlled your venom flow but you were just so scared and angry, that this doppelganger with your husband's face was going to turn you into his lifelong sex slave. You panicked for a few moments as his life snuffed out. (Poke his body everywhere)

Tell the rabbits that if they're sent back to Gargill, they'll be bred for pups and watch their children be sent off to die. If they go with you, they get as much or as little sex as they want.

>>1118466
Thats the "rule" of food dropped on the floor not brain death as you dont die when you hold your breath for 5 seconds and no matter what if it seems like we are trying to save his life and calling the authorities upgrades this from murder to self defense easily in the eyes of the law

>>1118490
um actually I held my breath for five seconds and I died so it appears to apply in both cases

>>1118493
RIP Bozo.

tippler 2025/12/05(Fri)13:19 No. 1118536 ID: f1368b
File 176496956893.png - (12.77KB , 500x500 , p134.png )

>A, call in the bite
A plan starts to take shape in my mind. Anthony was a known misfit with an explosive temper–surely I can say I was acting in self-defense without getting in too much trouble. If I can convince Lola and Queenie to cooperate, I can even accomplish what I came here to do for Rudger.

>Talk to the rabbits
I approach the bed and the pair shrink against each other on the furthest corner of the mattress. I don’t want to release them into the town without guidance, since they’ve never been outside before, so I need to convince them to play along.

“I have something to tell you two; I came here because I wanted to free you from your master. I’m sure he did save you from the meat factory, but he wasn’t giving you a good life, trapped in your cage in his bedroom. I lied earlier when I spoke to him, my Rudger is a free buck who can leave my house as he pleases. You can live with him and his cagemates in the forest as wild rabbits, as long as you don’t contradict what I say to the police.”

They glare at me and sniffle.

“Otherwise Gustave Gargill will come here and make sure you’re both eliminated. You don’t even have to speak if you don’t want to, stay silent and I’ll take care of things. Alright?”

>Rabbit persuasion check (70%): Success
“D-Do you promise?” Queenie asks timidly.

“Yes, yes, I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’re happy. I’m sorry about Anthony, truly, I didn’t want to hurt him. I was doing what I had to.”

The two uncurl from each other and creep to the edge of the bed to stare down at his corpse.

“Maybe he’s not really dead. Maybe he’s asleep. Can you call a doctor to help him?” Lola pleads.

>Guilt
I face the body of my foe, growing stiff, tail limp. I kneel next to Anthony’s torso and place my hand on his still chest. My stomach rises in my throat.

“No, he’s gone. Even if a doctor administered anti-venom in the next five minutes it would be much too late.”

Lola wails while I pat around Anthony’s hips and retrieve his keys. I move the cage down to floor level so they have access to food and water, then let myself out into the hallway, shutting the door behind me.

tippler 2025/12/05(Fri)13:19 No. 1118537 ID: f1368b
File 176496958353.png - (11.85KB , 500x500 , p135.png )

Once I’m alone in the barren living room, tears prick my eyes. What am I doing? What have I done? This isn’t a white lie to a nosy businessman, I might have just ruined the rest of my life.

My body throbs from my various injuries and a deep exhaustion. I find the receiver installed haphazardly in the wall and tell the operator I need to speak to the police.

I tell the truth, emphasizing Anthony’s open deviancy and omitting my gaffe about taking his rabbits. I give the address and beg for a doctor as quickly as possible through my own genuine sobs. Once I’m done, I sit in one of the hard wooden chairs and stare at the floor.

It takes over an hour for a car to come trundling down the street. I unlock the door in preparation and open it as soon as I hear a sharp knock.

There’s an older lizard sheriff wearing his badge, flanked by a grave Gustave and an unfamiliar chameleon carrying a rifle across his back.

“Ma’am, please stand in the middle of the room and lie down on your stomach with your head facing away from the door.”

“Excuse me sir, why?”

“For the investigators’ safety, ma’am. We don’t want anyone else to get bit.”

It’s humiliating and uncomfortable, but I do as I’m told. I feel the thump of Gustave’s steps as he hurries toward the bedroom. The chameleon slams the front door shut and the sheriff’s boots enter my periphery.

I’m terrified that Gustave will kill Lola and Queenie on the spot, but he quickly returns with the rabbits shut in their cage and Anthony’s body over his shoulder.

“Plithiver’s dead. Bites on the arm, no signs of any other wounds. Windows were locked tight, these two won’t talk.”

“Hm.” The sheriff scribbles notes in a little pocketbook.

“And Dave, you swear you haven’t seen any rabbits in the area during your patrols?”

“No sir.”

“Alright, alright, at least we’ve ruled that out.” Gustave sets his cargo down and comes to join the sheriff at my side. “Now Miss Green, I find it exceptionally hard to understand why, after learning just yesterday that rogue rabbits were a danger to our town, you sought out fertile females to make more?”

Wha- pet rabbits aren’t rogues! I felt that Rudger was lonely, I thought I was coming over to a fellow pet lover’s house! I was too late to realize I had grossly misread the situation.

>>1118537
"Goodness gracious, Mister Gustave. Are you accusing me of being involved in a conspiracy against reptile-kind?"

Give him time to reply. If he confirms this, say nothing further without legal counsel. If he denies this, ask him why he's suddenly lost any concern over the wellbeing of a woman injured in the home of his employee.

You need him to admit to any sort of awareness that you might have come here at any point. Anthony claimed that Gustave had warned him about someone trying to take his girls from him, and that was the motive behind his attack. That would mean Gustave had influenced Anthony into potentially attempting to murder you.

And it's astounding that he's comfortable asking you this in front of the police. He's either incredibly stupid, or so confident in his control over them that you probably won't receive due process.

Regardless, get a lawyer ASAP.

>>1118537
Stick with the same story we gave the neighbor and lean into the persona we gave to him about before, it'll be easier that way.

"Well, I got frustrated after you shot down my ideas! And I wanted to prove you wrong by starting my own business."

>>1118537
Why is he even here? What? Lawyer up, don't talk to cops or their conspirators.

Whatever you do, don't accidentally slip up and mention Rudger having any kind of voice or opinion. He's just a pet!

Sob while subtly bouncing your venom sacs. "I just wanted to give my friends pet bunnies! Oh God, I'm never going out again!"

>>1118557
Get angry at a business executive blatantly nosing into a police investigation.
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT, GUSTAVE! He tried to kill me because he thought I was your spy! If you hadn't bugged him every freaking day - you're not even his supervisor! Why do you obsess over personally poking everyone related to your company instead of hiring some goddamn representatives?!"

>>1118538
>>1118550
I think he's clearly got the force in his pocket, he knows this cop by name and orders him around like a direct supervisor.

He's unlikely to let Lola or Queenie out of his grasp either.

I think our best angle for this is to A) convince him Anthony tried to kill us because of his paranoia (this is true, we barely need to fib), and B) Impress him again.

>>1118555
This angle has a better chance if we present an actually viable idea. Particularly if we want any hope of fulfilling our promise not to let him take the does.

Thus, I have been stewing up this dystopian horror of a business idea:
Fetal Alcohol Syndrome Treats. FAST Food. All you need is a few very comfortable rabbits living a hedonistic lifestyle to get it going. Probably not viable large scale like his system, but it would be a niche spot in the market for less morally objectionable meals, and the rabbit stock would be less dangerous.

We needed access to some does to get a seed crop. Give them some wine during pregnancy, and there's a good chance they'll produce very stupid babies. From that point we've skipped entire generations needed to genetically select for low intelligence. Sure, there's the chance they'll come out infertile, but that's what the normal baseline rabbits are living comfortably for.

Within a few generations, we could have a breed of food stock that no longer constitutes eating people. It's the morally upright thing to do.

Hopefully this idea is so remarkably based that it floors Gustave and he's foaming at the mouth to invest haha, please don't disappear us in the creek.

tippler 2025/12/07(Sun)08:39 No. 1118675 ID: f1368b
File 176512556910.png - (10.82KB , 500x500 , p136.png )

“I would like a lawyer before I answer any questions. I also do not recognize Mr. Gargill as a member of the force and I fail to understand why he’s here.” I say sternly.

The sheriff pauses his scribbling to answer. “The police have been cooperating closely with Mr. Gargill on the recent prey security breach. I asked him to join this investigation and he has my full confidence.”

“As I said in my initial call, I heard that Anthony had two rabbits and I was interested in finding my Rudger a companion, both to make some money from selling the offspring and to spread the joys of prey ownership. That is all.”

Gustave sighs. “All I’ve ever wanted is your cooperation, Miss Green. My mistake, my patience with you cost a man’s life.”

He reaches into his pocket and tugs on a pair of thick leather gloves. “You’ll be transported to the county jail and held until our rabbit situation is resolved. Kindly stay still while you’re milked, Miss Green. If you attempt to escape or bite me, Dave here will shoot to seriously injure or kill. Isn’t that right, Dave?”

“Yes sir.”

I hardly have time for his words to sink in before Gustave swings a leg over my back and takes hold of the top of my neck where it meets my skull. With his other hand he reaches around my torso to squeeze my right sac with his full strength. I scream in pain and outrage around a mouthful of venom.

tippler 2025/12/07(Sun)08:40 No. 1118676 ID: f1368b
File 176512560486.png - (14.57KB , 500x500 , p137.png )

“Let go of me at once! This is no way to treat a lady!”

He ignores me. They all ignore me, except for Dave, who unholsters a pistol and racks the slide. I try to stop writhing in terror, but can’t help how my body jerks in response to violation. I don’t want to be shot but I don’t want to be trapped under this terrible man at all!

The cage rattles as Queenie and Lola try to throw themselves at the latched door in an attempt to escape. There’s a puddle growing under my chin and Gustave switches his hands to crush my other sac.

My throat is raw by the time he finally releases me and stands.

“When you’re ready, we can go to the car.” he says in his usual friendly tone.

THREAD FINAL CHOICE:
A. Beg on behalf of Queenie and Lola’s lives
B. Other (suggest)

>>1118676
B. The police aren't going to allow the execution of witnesses to a homicide before they can secure a conviction. The rabbits will be fine, but you can't say anything that might implicate them as co-conspirators. As soon as you have legal counsel, you can get your lawyer to request interviews with them. Their testimony about what Anthony said Gustave warned him about will be central to your defense. You can't do anything that might result in the testimony being thrown out.

Ask the police to notify Violet and your mother about your arrest, and to have Violet take care of your property once the police have finished searching your home for evidence.

"I am going to tell your wife and children that you groped my boob, and I will tell them every day until you die."

>>1118676
Well, nothing incriminating was said yet.

There's nothing we have to bargain with for Queenie and Lola, and associating them with us at all could be worse for them and for us. Gargill is in a mood and could make an example of them if he thinks we're emotionally invested in them right now.

The best we can do is verbal suggestion that they could have value as witnesses so they can beg themselves, and hope they pick up on it. Importantly, do not look at them at all.

B. "Gustave, Anthony was a disturbed man, I wish I could show you what he did. You couldn't have known. I came for business and he assaulted me. His actions weren't your fault, or mine."

I doubt he'll have much guilt, but he did know, and it could plant the idea in his head that he drove Anthony's paranoia deeper.

pretend to be throwing up. then spit venom in gustave's eyes. if he didn't want that to happen, he shouldn't have used force in such a way. these are not men that can be reasoned with just by words. they will not give a fair trial if you walk into their hands willingly.

A. The rabbits are not witnesses, they are prey. If you cannot appeal to the law, try appealing to emotion or at least wanting to save face.

>>1118689
This

>>1118687
Don't think you're getting out of this, might as well take him with you

B. Demand a lawyer

tippler 2025/12/09(Tue)16:32 No. 1118778 ID: f1368b
File 176532673973.png - (15.71KB , 500x500 , p138.png )

>B
>Restrain from retaliation check (4 out of 6 B suggestions do not advise attacking Gustave, 2/3 chance of success): Success
That crocodile bastard hurt me! He violated me! I’ve never hated a man more than I despise Gustave. There’s enough venom in my mouth that I could stand and spit in his face–see how he’d like that.

Dave has his beady eyes on me, gun still ready in his hand. No, what am I thinking? Even if I got lucky and managed to blind Gustave I’d surely be killed afterwards. They have to let me go free eventually, I mustn’t throw my life away.

I struggle to my knees, then my feet. My body aches from old and fresh wounds and I keep my head bowed in capitulation.

“Please sheriff, would you tell my friend Violet Beauregard and my mother Tracy Green what’s become of me? I trust them to look after my house while I’m away, I can’t bear to think of robbers ransacking the place.”

Several very real tears fall from my eyes, and the pitiful picture is enough that the old lizard agrees.

tippler 2025/12/09(Tue)16:33 No. 1118780 ID: f1368b
File 176532679926.png - (14.48KB , 500x500 , p139.png )

Next I turn to Gustave, but keep my distance. “Mr. Gargill, I knew Anthony for a short time, but he was clearly disturbed. He said you spoke with him often, and I’m sure you suspected he was mishandling his pets. I know you have influence over my case–all I ask for is a lawyer and a fair trial.”

“We’ll see, Miss Green. While you’re in jail you’re welcome to ask to call me at any time, if you feel like you’re ready to share.”

The sheriff cuffs my wrists together and gently leads me to the door. He opens it and ushers me into the cool, wet evening.

Two loud shots ring out and I jump with alarm. I turn my head to see the death throes of Queenie and Lola in their cage, scattering blood onto the already dirty floor.

“Why on earth would you do that? Those poor things, they didn’t do anything wrong!”

“My dear, you should understand by now that unspayed females are an enormous liability to the company.” Gustave explains with a hint of scorn.

The sheriff tugs on my wrist to break me out of my shock, unbothered by the cold-blooded murder he just witnessed. I wince and follow him to the car. The tears are flowing fast now–my life is in ruins and I’ve failed Rudger! What will he think when I never come home? How will he survive without a friendly reptile to help him?

Oh my darling, my darling, how did it come to this?




The story will continue with Rudger in the next thread coming January 2026

Thanks for reading so far

See? The police didn't execute witnesses. They were only liabilities.

>>1118781
I doubt begging would have done much good. Our best bet was setting them loose before calling the cops, but there's a decent chance that would have ended with Lucy executed in a ditch instead.

>>1118780
Liabilities that happened to witness the death of his employee and would have been able to corroborate Lucy's claim of Gustave influencing said employee into attacking his killer.

Lucy's going to need a lawyer completely unaffiliated with Gargill and the town. The only way she'll have any chance of getting off (without further loss of life) is if this country's equivalent of the FBI are alerted to the blatant racketeering going on.

what should have been expected from a society that keeps thinking beings as livestock

>>1118780
My darling, you've been put in a terrible situation by an evil man. But please remember that you aren't guilty of any of this horror. For all the time we had together, I've known that you're a good, loving woman who deserves all the best things in life, and nothing could ever change that.

What I've always wanted, more than anything, is to give you a good life. I'm sorry I can't be there to share it with you, but don't let the memory of what we had keep you from doing what makes you happy. And if you can't bear to live with this injustice without trying to make it right, then I'll support you however I can, every step of the way.

Darling, please make it out of this alive. Go on to live a long, happy life with Rudger, doing what you feel is right. And if anything or anyone stands in the way of that, let them burn.